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omg_fmaWho: Clara, T!Ed, Ren, Mal, Envy, Pyramid Head, War, War's Horse, Death, Vorpal, Balthamos, Raziel
When: 9/17
Rating: R for swearing and intestines
Category:VIOLENCE Side Plot (the end of the world is totally a sideplot, guys)
Synopsis: Epic battle in an alley. Wackiness ensues. Also domestics.
Balthamos:*checking the sky as he has been doing since he descended onto this rock, waiting for the dumb job to be over so he can get back to the good stuff ... and where is his backup, anyway?!*
Raziel:*strolls up leisurely* Peace, brother.
Balthamos:*eyetick* Oh you've shown up? *catty*
Clara:*lurking nearby, trying to run, necessary errands without being recognized by anyone*
Vorpal:*trailing after Clara and bobbing her way through the crowd; may as well kill the sweet one before going for Mal~*
Raziel:*glances at what appears to be a watch* ...Am I late?
Mal:*is a very bad boy and has snuck out of the house without Gluttony, leaving only a note for Clara if she should get back before him; is in disguise with large sunglasses and his hood up*
Balthamos:Oh, a little. *gesturing at the very sad state of the streets around them* It's not like it's started already or anything.
Balthamos:Hell's had its people here for near a month. Make no mistake- *breaks off, spotting Clara lurking*
Clara:*thinks a random stranger is looking at her funny, goes on Alert Mode... no, no, it's just some dude*
Vorpal:*poking at the gun shoved into her belt, not really paying much attention to her surrondings beyond... waitasecond. the fuck are those guys? they aren't part of the agenda*
Clara:*hasn't noticed or recognized Balth yet*
Raziel:...I've been doing my job, I didn't think a few days mattered.... *glances at Clara, then to Balth, raising an eyebrow*
Balthamos:*does notice Vorpal and see her for what she is; in characteristic zeal but with rather poor judgement, shoves Raz out of the way and yells* HELLSPAWN.
Vorpal:*taken aback for a second before a slow smirk plays across her lips, calling from behind Clara* Well that ain't all that nice.
Raziel:*saw Vorpal at the same moment, grumbles as he's shoved* Ow....
Clara:*jumps at the shout, then freezes as she recognizes Vorpal's voice*
Raziel:...Well it's true....
Pyramid Head:*wanders by in search of sword*
Balthamos:*FLAMING SWORD TIME the hell if civilians are watching he's been bored*
T!Ed:*actually has the sword with him -- not physically, but if he needs to summon it... there's quite a crowd over there and he recognizes two of the people, meandering over to see what the commotion is about*
Vorpal:*lazily draws her gun; knows it won't do much good, but hey, if we're going to play compensation games* What'cha you gonna do, honey? Light me on fire? Dead, remember.
Clara:*tries to vanish into an alley... eyes widen when she sees PH... widen more at the FLAMING SWORD*
Balthamos:*flings himself at Vorpal for single combat*
Raziel:*sighs, shedding the illusion of being a ghost and human, stretching his wings and also producing a sword*
Mal:*has heard the commotion and vacillates between wanting to help and wanting to stay safe*
Vorpal:*ducks beneath the sword with ease, firing a shot upwards towards Balthamos as she goes dancing out of the way, guitar clanking at her back*
Pyramid Head:*digs unhappily through wreckage of the old apartment building*
Envy:*strolling along looking for mayhem - oh there's some!*
Raziel:*rolls his eyes at Balth's enthusiasm* Give me a shout if you'd like some assistance, then. *worst angel ever*
Balthamos:*dodges the bullet valiantly and nobly resists the urge to flip Raziel off as he makes a jab for Vorpal*
Clara:*has sunk to her knees in the alley, half in fear and half in reverence* ...Lord God Almighty....
Vorpal:*moves with a lilting, insane laugh, lifting her arm up over the sword and feeling its heat, spining away again with another shot* Gonna have to do better than that, honey~!
T!Ed:... *well flaming sword, that's new; sees Clara in the alley and hurries over to her because she's more important than the fighting lunatics* Clara?
Balthamos:*Oh it's WING TIME; breaks out the real angel tricks, casting off all the illusions and shining with holy light and all that*
Pyramid Head:*hates this bullshit*
Mal:*OHSHIT gun shots; knows that Clara is out as well and screws up his courage to rush in the fray*
Raziel:*sighs again, moving with unseeable speed behind Vorpal and almost lazily swinging his sword at her*
Vorpal:*OH WOW HOLY LIGHT... only that's not all that impressive and thinks it makes him look like a sparkling fairy, but hey -- to each his own, and... WTF SWORD AT BACK WTF*
Vorpal:*actually glad her guitar is there and feels it cleft in two, spinning around between the two angels in order to keep an eye on both, spitting with rage* FUCK YOU!
Clara:*clutches at Ed's arm, not taking her wide eyes from the angelseven though it buuuurns*
T!Ed:*so pretending the angels aren't there, but can still see -- and feel -- the omg holy light flooding the alley; moves to shield Clara from it, standing over her and trying not to panic*
Balthamos:*arrogant sort of chuckle, swings the sword at Vorpal when he thinks he sees an opportunity*
Raziel:Would I sully myself so? *takes another swing as well*
Balthamos:*chuckles; good retort*
Vorpal:*ducks beneath the blade -- she can deal with a real sword, but fire gets tricky; well, unless you're almost beheaded by the second one, then it gets tricky; swings what's left of the guitar up to meet Raz's sword*
Clara:No! No! I want to see! *tries to look around him, trembling and tears streaming down her face*
Mal:*where is that awful screeching scraping noise coming from?; LET'S INVESTIGATE*
Raziel:...You're kidding, right?
T!Ed:Clara! This is probably not the kind of thing we want to stick around for. *trying to pull her up and away from the crazies*
Pyramid Head:*slogging dejectedly through rubble and flaying the random bystander who gets too close to fill the sword-shaped void yes*
Clara:*flailing, trying to escape him* But they're beautiful!
Vorpal:Think I'm kiddin'? *fires a shot at Raz's belly, dropping the guitar and making an omg mad dash for a fire escape*
T!Ed:*not. letting. go* Clara, they're insane!
Mal:*hears PH slicing someone up and goes very still; maybe he should be going the other way*
Balthamos:*rushes after her, making a grab for her hair; flaming sword in his other hand*
Pyramid Head:*throws some skin at somebody's face*
Raziel:*is shot, falls back against the wall, already healing*
Vorpal:*doesn't make a sound as her hair is grabbed, whipping around to bring an elbow towards his face hard as she can*
Mal:*just heads towards the burning light or something, running as fast as he can*
Balthamos:*ow, elbow to the face*
War:*APPROACHETH!... sound of hooves can be heard coming closer*
Vorpal:*reeeeaaaaally digs that elbow in good, aiming to make him let go*
Balthamos:*does indeed get dislodged though he takes a bit of her hair with her*
Clara:*not gonna stop struggling* Edward, are you blind? Can't you see them?
Raziel:*is about to rejoin the fray, hears the thundering hooves* ...
Balthamos:*too caught up in getting rid of this hellspawn to notice the sound of the horses coming*
Death:*in some other part of the town, siting atop its pale horse quietly, scraggly hair in its eyes, a hush and severly unsettling stillness falling through the streets wherever it moves, the sound of hooves loud in the silence*
Ren:*got bored a few hours ago and decided stalking the biggest, most intimidating thing he could find sounded like a good game plan for the day; has been roof-topping after War about half an hour and feels things are going well*
Vorpal:*has lots of hair, so; makes it halfway up a fire escape before taking another shot at Balthamos*
T!Ed:Of course I can see them! Are you -- ? *and that's when he sees Pyramid Head, wtf*
Balthamos:*is shot in the shoulder at the wrong angle and goes crashing down off the fire escape, nearly falling right on Ed and Clara*
War:*bursts onto the scene, his mighty warhorse leaping over a parked car*
Pyramid Head:*conjures some giant screeching insects to chase down a couple of wayward children and sits down, thoroughly aggravated*
T!Ed:*nearly getting brained by an angel with a flaming sword is enough to distract him from PH, yelping and moving out of the way*
Raziel:...Bother.
Vorpal:*goes scurrying up the fire escape and into someone's apartment, the sounds of a gun firing and screaming heard only moments after*
Clara:*screams and jumps, then crawls forward and tries to touch him*
Death:*arrives not all that long after War, standing with its horse silently, smiling in a disquieting manner*
Ren:*decides now is a good time to take a flying leap off of a building and land on the horse with war; well, mostly just on War; MOSTLY just on War's head*
T!Ed:Clara, what -- ! *reaches to try to pull her hand away*
Balthamos:*disoriented, trying to get to his feet and what is that woman doing trying to touch his feet?*
Balthamos:*scrambles up, fishing his burning sword out of a pile of cardboard boces and stretching his wings irritably*
T!Ed:*WHY ARE THEY STUCK BETWEEN PH AND CRAZY ANGELS? WHY?*
Vorpal:*has reloaded her gun and is currently escaping down the other side of the building, merrily leaving a trail of death in her wake*
War:*swinging his sword around, was halfway through a war yell when Ren lands on his head, knocking him off his warhorse*
T!Ed:*oh great, and there's the ex husband attacking a dude on a horse... fantastic*
Pyramid Head:*decides now is a good time to send a large swarm of screeching destructo bugs toward the alley that enormous racket is coming out of*
Clara:*basking in his divine glow, rapturously happy*
T!Ed:*oookay, and now there are BUGS; with a flick of his wrist, he conjures an invisible wall between himself and the bugs, trying to keep crazy!Clara from being eaten alive... and himself for that matter*
Ren:*simultaneously trying to kick War in the face and dig a grenade out of his back pocket*
T!Ed:HEY BITCH. I KNOW YOU AND YOUR POINTY HEAD ARE OUT THERE.
Raziel:*looks at Ren and War* ... *looks at Death* Brother, do you want the demon or the horseman?
Balthamos:*before he can head back to his glorious battle sees the bugs converging upon them and holds out his hand at the mass, so that they CATCH FIRE but it's holy fire*
Pyramid Head:*Pyramid sense tingles*
Ren:*....and still doesn't remember signing any freaking divorce papers*
Clara:*tries to cover Ed's mouth with her hands* Don't use those words in their presence!
Death:*mmm, death and angels and bugs; tilts its head in the direction of some poor civilian who then explodes in a fit of intestines, sending entrails shooting at Ren in an attempt to bind him before he flails at War some more*
War:RWAAAUUURRGGHH!!!! *hacking at Ren with his sword*
Ren:*ARGH ENTRAILS!*
T!Ed:*smacks Clara's hand away lightly* YEAH YOU. YOU WANT YOUR LITTLE SWORD BACK?
Balthamos:*turns away from the burning bugs with a look of warning surprise* Are you talking to me, boy?
Envy:*weaving through the carnage with a vague pleased expression, not participating but revelling*
Ren:*manages to get the grenade out before the intestines get him too tightly, yanking the pin and dropping it straight down onto War before throwing himself deadweight off to the side and rolling as far away as he can*
T!Ed:*looks at Balth -- the diviness does nothing for his sins, nope* Why would I be talking to you? Unless this is yours, which it isn't. *pulls PH's sword out of space, leaving it floating in the air with an annoyed look*
Raziel:*is being ignored... shrugs, attacks Death in favor of Vorpal since he's closer, again appearing next to him with unseeable speed and hacking down with his sword*
Pyramid Head:*gets up and wanders oozily over to stand in the alley entrance, looking around for whoever's doing the yelling*
War’s Horse:*tries to trample Ren*
Balthamos:*as he is about to yell at Ed something fierce, recognizes that nice mortal* ...Clara?
Death:*breaks itself down into nothing but shadow, able to feel the sword slicing through its body but unharmed, continuing to sit there in its creepy manner*
Ren:*is trampled*
T!Ed:*oh god, now it's talking to Clara* Hey! Now I'm talking to you! Leave her alone!
War:*rolls to his feet, not noticing the grenade caught in his armor* RUWWAAAAARRRG-! *explodes*
Ren:*will feel a distinct sense of accomplishment when his skull re-forms*
Clara:*SO HAPPY OMG* You know my name, lord?
Ren’s Skull:*taking its dear sweet time*
Death:*oh pity, War is dead, lol oops; completely ignoring the crazy angels and trots its horse over to War's, making to catch its reigns to prevent more trampling*
Balthamos:*there's always time to be charming to believers* Yes. I do. And you- *looking at Ed scornfully* You'll get what's coming.
Pyramid Head:*nearly knocked over by the blast, so sends a bunch more bugs out just to spite... everything and everybody ever*
T!Ed:*with just as much scorn* Been there, done that.
Ren:*coherency comes with the distinct awareness that a great deal of his clothing seems to have been blown off and/or trampled; crap not again*
Balthamos:Now I must go extinguish that hellspawn. *shaking his wings a bit more to get them in order; flies off*
Raziel:*feels miffed, charges Death again, this time ready to adjust the plane of reality on which his sword exists, hopefully allowing it to actually contact his foe*
Clara:*starry-eyed* He spoke to me! He knew my name!
Death:*oh why must he keep doing this? explodes another civillain even as its trying to calm War's horse, the entrails moving to wrap and bind that pesky angel*
T!Ed:*more bugs. great; lots of effort trying to keep them away, not all that pleased being caught between Ren, the creepy thing on the horse, and the angel*
T!Ed:Want your sword back~?
Pyramid Head:*looks distinctly hopeful*
Raziel:*two can play at that game, ha! becomes like unto vapor, having almost no substance at all*
T!Ed:Call off the bugs.
Ren:*...yup; wouldn't be an epic battle if Wayward Husband wasn't running around pissing people off*
Pyramid Head:..........................*fine; bugs dissolve into screechy vapor*
Death:*it almost smirks at his display, deeply amused by all the happenings around it, and swiftly wheeling its horse around, letting it take the blow in the neck for Death as its rider dismounts, almost oozing to its feet*
War’s Horse:*seems despondent at the loss of his master, noses interestedly at Ren's gooey skull bits*
T!Ed:*pleased that it listened, rocketing the sword through the barrier around himself and Clara to let it land at its feet*
Death:*standing over Ren, letting the entrails drop away if they haven't been torn off already, actually smiling now*
Raziel:Coward! Stand and face your punishment at the hand of God's messenger!
Clara:*gazing starry-eyed at Raziel now, ignoring the pain his radiance causes her eyes*
Death:*the voice it uses to speak isn't much of a voice at all so much as a presence, like tendrils of shadows curling and whispering, sibilant and soft, though commanding; its lips never move and it doesn't turn to face Raziel*
Death:We do not answer to your god.
Ren:scootches away from his own skull-goo, sitting up on an elbow and looking up at Death in consideration*
Pyramid Head:*slowly, reverently, leans down and picks up his sword; WOOHOO!*
T!Ed:*about ready to give up on Clara, but knows he can't leave her, that would be wrong; turns to her pleadingly* Clara, please, we need to leave.
Raziel:*in the heat of battle, has lost his affected indifference* Spawn of Satan! *sneers* ALL are answerable to the one true God!
War’s Horse:*looks at Ren* <3
Clara:*clings to the downspout of a rain gutter* No!
Ren:....... *leaps astride*
Death:*now that War is back, turns around towards Raziel slowly, deliberately*
War’s Horse:<3 <3 <3 *feels that all is right with the world*
Death:We answer to none but Him, He who is made of fire and dark, that which will drive your God from His Heavens and unmake you, little angel.
T!Ed:...Okay, fine. But when you die, don't come crying to me. *eyes Ren atop his horse and flips him the bird, just because he's there, getting ready to leave*
Ren:*feels a jolt of... something as a burning crown manifests in the air above his head, a sword forming in his hand*
Raziel:*sneers more broadly* Little. What I am is greater than you! *eyes Ren nervously*
Ren:....*gives Ed the finger right back with his free hand*
Clara:*dreamily, half-listening* I have no regrets!
Pyramid Head:*wanders off to shank some bitches*
Death:*holds its hand out, its own sword manifesting out of of the air, and not even bothering to dignify Raziel with an uttered response, only laughing in that feeling way of its*
T!Ed:... *sticks his tongue out, stuffing hands in his pockets and WALKING THE FUCK AWAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH GUYS*
Raziel:*narrows his eyes, twirls his sword, and charges Death once more*
Ren:*glances from Death to Ed and back again before shrugging and digging his heels into his horse's flanks, urging it forward and following Mr Wannabe Ex*
Clara:*Edward who?*
Death:*brings its sword up to meet his, dashing in a burst of shadow*
T!Ed:*can hear the hoofbeats and is ignoring them. because he can*
Ren:*only notices Clara when his horse has to step around her* ...Hello. *looks down at her inquiringly*
Raziel:*parries, dodges, and strikes from a different angle, a blur of light and motion*
Clara:*tears her eyes away from Raz, reluctantly* ...Ren?
Death:*moving swiftly, dissolving and mostly a mass of near solid shadow as it moves, meeting each blow with a sharp clang of its sword*
T!Ed:*oh god, now he's talking to Clara; sighs dejectedly and turns to go back because he really, really can't bring himself to leave her with that lunatic*
Ren:What are you doing here?
Raziel:*matching Death blow for blow, beginning to think this is going nowhere*
Clara:*blinks, stealing glances at Raz* ........I was buying food....
Death:*knows it's not going anywhere and sort of wishing that War would get his sorry ass away from the mortals and come help it, wtf asshole*
Ren:Actually, I meant what are you doing in the middle of an epic battle, but... *shrugs, wondering what to do with the sword when he gets tired of using it*
T!Ed:*hovering just beyond Clara, glaring at Ren*
Clara:*beams* I'm watching the angels! *takes a good look at him for the first time, beaming smile fading* ...Oh, Ren, what have you done? *looks saddened*
Ren:You're... Um. *raises an eyebrow skeptically, looking around at the battling figures* ...Okay. *looks at the sword* Oh this? I blew up the big guy with the helmet and now I have this fancy sword and his horse. Why?
T!Ed:*clears his throat to interupt* Yeah. Nice sword. Real nice.
*glaaaaaaaaaring*
Ren:*notices him* ...I thought you left.
T!Ed:I came back to make sure you didn't off Clara.
Clara:*look of sad* That's the Red Horse, Ren. You've become War, the Rider sent to take peace from the earth and inspire people that they should kill one another....
T!Ed:And I am feeling so inspired right now. No. Really. I am.
Raziel:*backs off from Death, holding his sword ready, warily* ...You know what? This is pointless.
Death:*moves back itself with a little nod*
Ren:*to Ed* Why would i do that? *to Clara* ...Seriously? *looks down at his horse, considering* ...You mean all this time I could have actually had a title and been taking credit for my work?
Raziel:*sidelong glance at Ren* You seem to be having trouble with your new friend there. He doesn't seem to know what he's doing.
T!Ed:*rolls his eyes, looking to Clara* Why are we bothering with him?
Death:The new ones still need to gain their footing.
Death:*there's a bit of defensiveness in the sound of its voice as it gives the faintest of glances at Ren, wondering whether to let one of the blondes take over by killing him*
Ren:*gesturing between Clara and Ed with the sword* Since when are you two all... friendly?
Clara:*saaaaaaaad* I should have known.... *comes back to herself a little, suddenly* ...Since you left us.
Ren:I spend over a fucking year trying to delegate between you two and you finally decide to get along when I give up on this sorry excuse for a dimension?! *flaming crown turns into a sizable fireball*
T!Ed:We may even get married. *sneeeeeeerk*
Ren:...I have a sword, you know.
T!Ed:Since when have I cared?
Raziel:...Tell you what. We both know this isn't going anywhere. It isn't Time yet. How about I go help my friend off that demon, and you go... train the new guy, or whatever,
Ren:Well, apparently I'm a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Horsemunculus? Anyway. It's probably a lot better than other swords I've had.
Death:*hates when they use reason; gives a short nod, letting its sword dissolve*
T!Ed:Don't care. You're still a bitch.
Clara:So maybe I missed him when you killed him. *frowning* After that, old arguments seemed pointless.
Ren:And you're still a whiney meat sack.
Ren:*aside to Clara* Seriously?
Clara:*ignoring the childishness*
T!Ed:Oh, bite me.
Ren:Stabbing you sounds like more fun.
Raziel:*lets his sword disappear as well* Right. Well then. *smirks* See you at the End of Everything.
T!Ed:You know how much I like that.
Clara:Yes. Seriously.
Ren:Through the face?
Clara:*makes a face*
Death:*bows shortly, turning its attention to Ren and the mortals with something like a 'why me?' air*
Raziel:*salutes his opponent lazily, flying off*
Ren:*to Clara* It's not like I meant to kill him. But this time I will. Just so we're clear.
T!Ed:Well I was so turned on when you broke my neck...
Ren:Oh and here I thought you were over that after we fucked last week.
Ren:Sorry you had to hear that, Clara.
Clara:*turns to watch the angel until he disappears*
Clara:...................
T!Ed:Well you know me and my grudges, love. Little things like fucking and the end of the world aren't going to do much.
Ren:He's still in love with me, you know. Same thing happened last week. If I got off this horse right now he'd be kissing me like I'd paid for it.
Ren:*to Ed* You are such a hypocrite.
Clara:..............................I'm going to leave now. *turns and starts walking in the direction away from Death*
Ren:*calling after her* I'm not going to kill you! You don't have to leave, you know.
T!Ed:I'm still going to kill you. *turning a bright shade of red, turning to follow after Clara*
Death:*moving in that soundless, pressing way towards Ren, about ready to kill him*
Ren:*turns to look at Death* ...I think that means I won.
Death:You're an idiot.
Clara:*walking backward, laughs a little* I'm not afraid of dying! I just won't be around your filth! *looks at Edward* That includes you.
Ren:Actually, I'm not. Or, I wasn't. But I figured- *shrugs* Apocalypse. You know.
Clara:You should be ashamed.
Ren:*yelling after her* IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M ALL COVERED IN FILTH! I TRIED TO GET AWAY FROM THE GRENADE BUT THERE WERE INTESTINES!
T!Ed:*stops, looking at Clara with hurt in his eyes; steels himself, making the look fade into blankness* See if I try to protect you again. Have fun in Heaven. *turns, taking a different way from Clara and Ren*
Death:*there's a snarl, one that literally shakes the earth* QUIET. Come, we have work to do. *clicks its fingers, dead horse rising and joining it so it can mount*
Clara:*ignores Ren* ...............Edward, wait. I'm sorry.
T!Ed:*ignoring her, continuing on his way*
Ren:Work work work. *sighs, wiping somebody's blood out of his eyes* Alright. ...Death, right? *hopeful*
Clara:I didn't mean it like that!
Death:Yes. *waves one of its hands, indicating for War!Ren to follow it, taking off down the street and pressing silence all around its being*
T!Ed:*doesn't care; rounds a corner and disappears*
Ren:*resists urge to ask for autograph* Fantastic. *follows*
Clara:*sighs heavily, standing where she is for a few minutes, then heads for home*
When: 9/17
Rating: R for swearing and intestines
Category:
Synopsis: Epic battle in an alley. Wackiness ensues. Also domestics.
Balthamos:*checking the sky as he has been doing since he descended onto this rock, waiting for the dumb job to be over so he can get back to the good stuff ... and where is his backup, anyway?!*
Raziel:*strolls up leisurely* Peace, brother.
Balthamos:*eyetick* Oh you've shown up? *catty*
Clara:*lurking nearby, trying to run, necessary errands without being recognized by anyone*
Vorpal:*trailing after Clara and bobbing her way through the crowd; may as well kill the sweet one before going for Mal~*
Raziel:*glances at what appears to be a watch* ...Am I late?
Mal:*is a very bad boy and has snuck out of the house without Gluttony, leaving only a note for Clara if she should get back before him; is in disguise with large sunglasses and his hood up*
Balthamos:Oh, a little. *gesturing at the very sad state of the streets around them* It's not like it's started already or anything.
Balthamos:Hell's had its people here for near a month. Make no mistake- *breaks off, spotting Clara lurking*
Clara:*thinks a random stranger is looking at her funny, goes on Alert Mode... no, no, it's just some dude*
Vorpal:*poking at the gun shoved into her belt, not really paying much attention to her surrondings beyond... waitasecond. the fuck are those guys? they aren't part of the agenda*
Clara:*hasn't noticed or recognized Balth yet*
Raziel:...I've been doing my job, I didn't think a few days mattered.... *glances at Clara, then to Balth, raising an eyebrow*
Balthamos:*does notice Vorpal and see her for what she is; in characteristic zeal but with rather poor judgement, shoves Raz out of the way and yells* HELLSPAWN.
Vorpal:*taken aback for a second before a slow smirk plays across her lips, calling from behind Clara* Well that ain't all that nice.
Raziel:*saw Vorpal at the same moment, grumbles as he's shoved* Ow....
Clara:*jumps at the shout, then freezes as she recognizes Vorpal's voice*
Raziel:...Well it's true....
Pyramid Head:*wanders by in search of sword*
Balthamos:*FLAMING SWORD TIME the hell if civilians are watching he's been bored*
T!Ed:*actually has the sword with him -- not physically, but if he needs to summon it... there's quite a crowd over there and he recognizes two of the people, meandering over to see what the commotion is about*
Vorpal:*lazily draws her gun; knows it won't do much good, but hey, if we're going to play compensation games* What'cha you gonna do, honey? Light me on fire? Dead, remember.
Clara:*tries to vanish into an alley... eyes widen when she sees PH... widen more at the FLAMING SWORD*
Balthamos:*flings himself at Vorpal for single combat*
Raziel:*sighs, shedding the illusion of being a ghost and human, stretching his wings and also producing a sword*
Mal:*has heard the commotion and vacillates between wanting to help and wanting to stay safe*
Vorpal:*ducks beneath the sword with ease, firing a shot upwards towards Balthamos as she goes dancing out of the way, guitar clanking at her back*
Pyramid Head:*digs unhappily through wreckage of the old apartment building*
Envy:*strolling along looking for mayhem - oh there's some!*
Raziel:*rolls his eyes at Balth's enthusiasm* Give me a shout if you'd like some assistance, then. *worst angel ever*
Balthamos:*dodges the bullet valiantly and nobly resists the urge to flip Raziel off as he makes a jab for Vorpal*
Clara:*has sunk to her knees in the alley, half in fear and half in reverence* ...Lord God Almighty....
Vorpal:*moves with a lilting, insane laugh, lifting her arm up over the sword and feeling its heat, spining away again with another shot* Gonna have to do better than that, honey~!
T!Ed:... *well flaming sword, that's new; sees Clara in the alley and hurries over to her because she's more important than the fighting lunatics* Clara?
Balthamos:*Oh it's WING TIME; breaks out the real angel tricks, casting off all the illusions and shining with holy light and all that*
Pyramid Head:*hates this bullshit*
Mal:*OHSHIT gun shots; knows that Clara is out as well and screws up his courage to rush in the fray*
Raziel:*sighs again, moving with unseeable speed behind Vorpal and almost lazily swinging his sword at her*
Vorpal:*OH WOW HOLY LIGHT... only that's not all that impressive and thinks it makes him look like a sparkling fairy, but hey -- to each his own, and... WTF SWORD AT BACK WTF*
Vorpal:*actually glad her guitar is there and feels it cleft in two, spinning around between the two angels in order to keep an eye on both, spitting with rage* FUCK YOU!
Clara:*clutches at Ed's arm, not taking her wide eyes from the angels
T!Ed:*so pretending the angels aren't there, but can still see -- and feel -- the omg holy light flooding the alley; moves to shield Clara from it, standing over her and trying not to panic*
Balthamos:*arrogant sort of chuckle, swings the sword at Vorpal when he thinks he sees an opportunity*
Raziel:Would I sully myself so? *takes another swing as well*
Balthamos:*chuckles; good retort*
Vorpal:*ducks beneath the blade -- she can deal with a real sword, but fire gets tricky; well, unless you're almost beheaded by the second one, then it gets tricky; swings what's left of the guitar up to meet Raz's sword*
Clara:No! No! I want to see! *tries to look around him, trembling and tears streaming down her face*
Mal:*where is that awful screeching scraping noise coming from?; LET'S INVESTIGATE*
Raziel:...You're kidding, right?
T!Ed:Clara! This is probably not the kind of thing we want to stick around for. *trying to pull her up and away from the crazies*
Pyramid Head:*slogging dejectedly through rubble and flaying the random bystander who gets too close to fill the sword-shaped void yes*
Clara:*flailing, trying to escape him* But they're beautiful!
Vorpal:Think I'm kiddin'? *fires a shot at Raz's belly, dropping the guitar and making an omg mad dash for a fire escape*
T!Ed:*not. letting. go* Clara, they're insane!
Mal:*hears PH slicing someone up and goes very still; maybe he should be going the other way*
Balthamos:*rushes after her, making a grab for her hair; flaming sword in his other hand*
Pyramid Head:*throws some skin at somebody's face*
Raziel:*is shot, falls back against the wall, already healing*
Vorpal:*doesn't make a sound as her hair is grabbed, whipping around to bring an elbow towards his face hard as she can*
Mal:*just heads towards the burning light or something, running as fast as he can*
Balthamos:*ow, elbow to the face*
War:*APPROACHETH!... sound of hooves can be heard coming closer*
Vorpal:*reeeeaaaaally digs that elbow in good, aiming to make him let go*
Balthamos:*does indeed get dislodged though he takes a bit of her hair with her*
Clara:*not gonna stop struggling* Edward, are you blind? Can't you see them?
Raziel:*is about to rejoin the fray, hears the thundering hooves* ...
Balthamos:*too caught up in getting rid of this hellspawn to notice the sound of the horses coming*
Death:*in some other part of the town, siting atop its pale horse quietly, scraggly hair in its eyes, a hush and severly unsettling stillness falling through the streets wherever it moves, the sound of hooves loud in the silence*
Ren:*got bored a few hours ago and decided stalking the biggest, most intimidating thing he could find sounded like a good game plan for the day; has been roof-topping after War about half an hour and feels things are going well*
Vorpal:*has lots of hair, so; makes it halfway up a fire escape before taking another shot at Balthamos*
T!Ed:Of course I can see them! Are you -- ? *and that's when he sees Pyramid Head, wtf*
Balthamos:*is shot in the shoulder at the wrong angle and goes crashing down off the fire escape, nearly falling right on Ed and Clara*
War:*bursts onto the scene, his mighty warhorse leaping over a parked car*
Pyramid Head:*conjures some giant screeching insects to chase down a couple of wayward children and sits down, thoroughly aggravated*
T!Ed:*nearly getting brained by an angel with a flaming sword is enough to distract him from PH, yelping and moving out of the way*
Raziel:...Bother.
Vorpal:*goes scurrying up the fire escape and into someone's apartment, the sounds of a gun firing and screaming heard only moments after*
Clara:*screams and jumps, then crawls forward and tries to touch him*
Death:*arrives not all that long after War, standing with its horse silently, smiling in a disquieting manner*
Ren:*decides now is a good time to take a flying leap off of a building and land on the horse with war; well, mostly just on War; MOSTLY just on War's head*
T!Ed:Clara, what -- ! *reaches to try to pull her hand away*
Balthamos:*disoriented, trying to get to his feet and what is that woman doing trying to touch his feet?*
Balthamos:*scrambles up, fishing his burning sword out of a pile of cardboard boces and stretching his wings irritably*
T!Ed:*WHY ARE THEY STUCK BETWEEN PH AND CRAZY ANGELS? WHY?*
Vorpal:*has reloaded her gun and is currently escaping down the other side of the building, merrily leaving a trail of death in her wake*
War:*swinging his sword around, was halfway through a war yell when Ren lands on his head, knocking him off his warhorse*
T!Ed:*oh great, and there's the ex husband attacking a dude on a horse... fantastic*
Pyramid Head:*decides now is a good time to send a large swarm of screeching destructo bugs toward the alley that enormous racket is coming out of*
Clara:*basking in his divine glow, rapturously happy*
T!Ed:*oookay, and now there are BUGS; with a flick of his wrist, he conjures an invisible wall between himself and the bugs, trying to keep crazy!Clara from being eaten alive... and himself for that matter*
Ren:*simultaneously trying to kick War in the face and dig a grenade out of his back pocket*
T!Ed:HEY BITCH. I KNOW YOU AND YOUR POINTY HEAD ARE OUT THERE.
Raziel:*looks at Ren and War* ... *looks at Death* Brother, do you want the demon or the horseman?
Balthamos:*before he can head back to his glorious battle sees the bugs converging upon them and holds out his hand at the mass, so that they CATCH FIRE but it's holy fire*
Pyramid Head:*Pyramid sense tingles*
Ren:*....and still doesn't remember signing any freaking divorce papers*
Clara:*tries to cover Ed's mouth with her hands* Don't use those words in their presence!
Death:*mmm, death and angels and bugs; tilts its head in the direction of some poor civilian who then explodes in a fit of intestines, sending entrails shooting at Ren in an attempt to bind him before he flails at War some more*
War:RWAAAUUURRGGHH!!!! *hacking at Ren with his sword*
Ren:*ARGH ENTRAILS!*
T!Ed:*smacks Clara's hand away lightly* YEAH YOU. YOU WANT YOUR LITTLE SWORD BACK?
Balthamos:*turns away from the burning bugs with a look of warning surprise* Are you talking to me, boy?
Envy:*weaving through the carnage with a vague pleased expression, not participating but revelling*
Ren:*manages to get the grenade out before the intestines get him too tightly, yanking the pin and dropping it straight down onto War before throwing himself deadweight off to the side and rolling as far away as he can*
T!Ed:*looks at Balth -- the diviness does nothing for his sins, nope* Why would I be talking to you? Unless this is yours, which it isn't. *pulls PH's sword out of space, leaving it floating in the air with an annoyed look*
Raziel:*is being ignored... shrugs, attacks Death in favor of Vorpal since he's closer, again appearing next to him with unseeable speed and hacking down with his sword*
Pyramid Head:*gets up and wanders oozily over to stand in the alley entrance, looking around for whoever's doing the yelling*
War’s Horse:*tries to trample Ren*
Balthamos:*as he is about to yell at Ed something fierce, recognizes that nice mortal* ...Clara?
Death:*breaks itself down into nothing but shadow, able to feel the sword slicing through its body but unharmed, continuing to sit there in its creepy manner*
Ren:*is trampled*
T!Ed:*oh god, now it's talking to Clara* Hey! Now I'm talking to you! Leave her alone!
War:*rolls to his feet, not noticing the grenade caught in his armor* RUWWAAAAARRRG-! *explodes*
Ren:*will feel a distinct sense of accomplishment when his skull re-forms*
Clara:*SO HAPPY OMG* You know my name, lord?
Ren’s Skull:*taking its dear sweet time*
Death:*oh pity, War is dead, lol oops; completely ignoring the crazy angels and trots its horse over to War's, making to catch its reigns to prevent more trampling*
Balthamos:*there's always time to be charming to believers* Yes. I do. And you- *looking at Ed scornfully* You'll get what's coming.
Pyramid Head:*nearly knocked over by the blast, so sends a bunch more bugs out just to spite... everything and everybody ever*
T!Ed:*with just as much scorn* Been there, done that.
Ren:*coherency comes with the distinct awareness that a great deal of his clothing seems to have been blown off and/or trampled; crap not again*
Balthamos:Now I must go extinguish that hellspawn. *shaking his wings a bit more to get them in order; flies off*
Raziel:*feels miffed, charges Death again, this time ready to adjust the plane of reality on which his sword exists, hopefully allowing it to actually contact his foe*
Clara:*starry-eyed* He spoke to me! He knew my name!
Death:*oh why must he keep doing this? explodes another civillain even as its trying to calm War's horse, the entrails moving to wrap and bind that pesky angel*
T!Ed:*more bugs. great; lots of effort trying to keep them away, not all that pleased being caught between Ren, the creepy thing on the horse, and the angel*
T!Ed:Want your sword back~?
Pyramid Head:*looks distinctly hopeful*
Raziel:*two can play at that game, ha! becomes like unto vapor, having almost no substance at all*
T!Ed:Call off the bugs.
Ren:*...yup; wouldn't be an epic battle if Wayward Husband wasn't running around pissing people off*
Pyramid Head:..........................*fine; bugs dissolve into screechy vapor*
Death:*it almost smirks at his display, deeply amused by all the happenings around it, and swiftly wheeling its horse around, letting it take the blow in the neck for Death as its rider dismounts, almost oozing to its feet*
War’s Horse:*seems despondent at the loss of his master, noses interestedly at Ren's gooey skull bits*
T!Ed:*pleased that it listened, rocketing the sword through the barrier around himself and Clara to let it land at its feet*
Death:*standing over Ren, letting the entrails drop away if they haven't been torn off already, actually smiling now*
Raziel:Coward! Stand and face your punishment at the hand of God's messenger!
Clara:*gazing starry-eyed at Raziel now, ignoring the pain his radiance causes her eyes*
Death:*the voice it uses to speak isn't much of a voice at all so much as a presence, like tendrils of shadows curling and whispering, sibilant and soft, though commanding; its lips never move and it doesn't turn to face Raziel*
Death:We do not answer to your god.
Ren:scootches away from his own skull-goo, sitting up on an elbow and looking up at Death in consideration*
Pyramid Head:*slowly, reverently, leans down and picks up his sword; WOOHOO!*
T!Ed:*about ready to give up on Clara, but knows he can't leave her, that would be wrong; turns to her pleadingly* Clara, please, we need to leave.
Raziel:*in the heat of battle, has lost his affected indifference* Spawn of Satan! *sneers* ALL are answerable to the one true God!
War’s Horse:*looks at Ren* <3
Clara:*clings to the downspout of a rain gutter* No!
Ren:....... *leaps astride*
Death:*now that War is back, turns around towards Raziel slowly, deliberately*
War’s Horse:<3 <3 <3 *feels that all is right with the world*
Death:We answer to none but Him, He who is made of fire and dark, that which will drive your God from His Heavens and unmake you, little angel.
T!Ed:...Okay, fine. But when you die, don't come crying to me. *eyes Ren atop his horse and flips him the bird, just because he's there, getting ready to leave*
Ren:*feels a jolt of... something as a burning crown manifests in the air above his head, a sword forming in his hand*
Raziel:*sneers more broadly* Little. What I am is greater than you! *eyes Ren nervously*
Ren:....*gives Ed the finger right back with his free hand*
Clara:*dreamily, half-listening* I have no regrets!
Pyramid Head:*wanders off to shank some bitches*
Death:*holds its hand out, its own sword manifesting out of of the air, and not even bothering to dignify Raziel with an uttered response, only laughing in that feeling way of its*
T!Ed:... *sticks his tongue out, stuffing hands in his pockets and WALKING THE FUCK AWAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH GUYS*
Raziel:*narrows his eyes, twirls his sword, and charges Death once more*
Ren:*glances from Death to Ed and back again before shrugging and digging his heels into his horse's flanks, urging it forward and following Mr Wannabe Ex*
Clara:*Edward who?*
Death:*brings its sword up to meet his, dashing in a burst of shadow*
T!Ed:*can hear the hoofbeats and is ignoring them. because he can*
Ren:*only notices Clara when his horse has to step around her* ...Hello. *looks down at her inquiringly*
Raziel:*parries, dodges, and strikes from a different angle, a blur of light and motion*
Clara:*tears her eyes away from Raz, reluctantly* ...Ren?
Death:*moving swiftly, dissolving and mostly a mass of near solid shadow as it moves, meeting each blow with a sharp clang of its sword*
T!Ed:*oh god, now he's talking to Clara; sighs dejectedly and turns to go back because he really, really can't bring himself to leave her with that lunatic*
Ren:What are you doing here?
Raziel:*matching Death blow for blow, beginning to think this is going nowhere*
Clara:*blinks, stealing glances at Raz* ........I was buying food....
Death:*knows it's not going anywhere and sort of wishing that War would get his sorry ass away from the mortals and come help it, wtf asshole*
Ren:Actually, I meant what are you doing in the middle of an epic battle, but... *shrugs, wondering what to do with the sword when he gets tired of using it*
T!Ed:*hovering just beyond Clara, glaring at Ren*
Clara:*beams* I'm watching the angels! *takes a good look at him for the first time, beaming smile fading* ...Oh, Ren, what have you done? *looks saddened*
Ren:You're... Um. *raises an eyebrow skeptically, looking around at the battling figures* ...Okay. *looks at the sword* Oh this? I blew up the big guy with the helmet and now I have this fancy sword and his horse. Why?
T!Ed:*clears his throat to interupt* Yeah. Nice sword. Real nice.
*glaaaaaaaaaring*
Ren:*notices him* ...I thought you left.
T!Ed:I came back to make sure you didn't off Clara.
Clara:*look of sad* That's the Red Horse, Ren. You've become War, the Rider sent to take peace from the earth and inspire people that they should kill one another....
T!Ed:And I am feeling so inspired right now. No. Really. I am.
Raziel:*backs off from Death, holding his sword ready, warily* ...You know what? This is pointless.
Death:*moves back itself with a little nod*
Ren:*to Ed* Why would i do that? *to Clara* ...Seriously? *looks down at his horse, considering* ...You mean all this time I could have actually had a title and been taking credit for my work?
Raziel:*sidelong glance at Ren* You seem to be having trouble with your new friend there. He doesn't seem to know what he's doing.
T!Ed:*rolls his eyes, looking to Clara* Why are we bothering with him?
Death:The new ones still need to gain their footing.
Death:*there's a bit of defensiveness in the sound of its voice as it gives the faintest of glances at Ren, wondering whether to let one of the blondes take over by killing him*
Ren:*gesturing between Clara and Ed with the sword* Since when are you two all... friendly?
Clara:*saaaaaaaad* I should have known.... *comes back to herself a little, suddenly* ...Since you left us.
Ren:I spend over a fucking year trying to delegate between you two and you finally decide to get along when I give up on this sorry excuse for a dimension?! *flaming crown turns into a sizable fireball*
T!Ed:We may even get married. *sneeeeeeerk*
Ren:...I have a sword, you know.
T!Ed:Since when have I cared?
Raziel:...Tell you what. We both know this isn't going anywhere. It isn't Time yet. How about I go help my friend off that demon, and you go... train the new guy, or whatever,
Ren:Well, apparently I'm a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Horsemunculus? Anyway. It's probably a lot better than other swords I've had.
Death:*hates when they use reason; gives a short nod, letting its sword dissolve*
T!Ed:Don't care. You're still a bitch.
Clara:So maybe I missed him when you killed him. *frowning* After that, old arguments seemed pointless.
Ren:And you're still a whiney meat sack.
Ren:*aside to Clara* Seriously?
Clara:*ignoring the childishness*
T!Ed:Oh, bite me.
Ren:Stabbing you sounds like more fun.
Raziel:*lets his sword disappear as well* Right. Well then. *smirks* See you at the End of Everything.
T!Ed:You know how much I like that.
Clara:Yes. Seriously.
Ren:Through the face?
Clara:*makes a face*
Death:*bows shortly, turning its attention to Ren and the mortals with something like a 'why me?' air*
Raziel:*salutes his opponent lazily, flying off*
Ren:*to Clara* It's not like I meant to kill him. But this time I will. Just so we're clear.
T!Ed:Well I was so turned on when you broke my neck...
Ren:Oh and here I thought you were over that after we fucked last week.
Ren:Sorry you had to hear that, Clara.
Clara:*turns to watch the angel until he disappears*
Clara:...................
T!Ed:Well you know me and my grudges, love. Little things like fucking and the end of the world aren't going to do much.
Ren:He's still in love with me, you know. Same thing happened last week. If I got off this horse right now he'd be kissing me like I'd paid for it.
Ren:*to Ed* You are such a hypocrite.
Clara:..............................I'm going to leave now. *turns and starts walking in the direction away from Death*
Ren:*calling after her* I'm not going to kill you! You don't have to leave, you know.
T!Ed:I'm still going to kill you. *turning a bright shade of red, turning to follow after Clara*
Death:*moving in that soundless, pressing way towards Ren, about ready to kill him*
Ren:*turns to look at Death* ...I think that means I won.
Death:You're an idiot.
Clara:*walking backward, laughs a little* I'm not afraid of dying! I just won't be around your filth! *looks at Edward* That includes you.
Ren:Actually, I'm not. Or, I wasn't. But I figured- *shrugs* Apocalypse. You know.
Clara:You should be ashamed.
Ren:*yelling after her* IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M ALL COVERED IN FILTH! I TRIED TO GET AWAY FROM THE GRENADE BUT THERE WERE INTESTINES!
T!Ed:*stops, looking at Clara with hurt in his eyes; steels himself, making the look fade into blankness* See if I try to protect you again. Have fun in Heaven. *turns, taking a different way from Clara and Ren*
Death:*there's a snarl, one that literally shakes the earth* QUIET. Come, we have work to do. *clicks its fingers, dead horse rising and joining it so it can mount*
Clara:*ignores Ren* ...............Edward, wait. I'm sorry.
T!Ed:*ignoring her, continuing on his way*
Ren:Work work work. *sighs, wiping somebody's blood out of his eyes* Alright. ...Death, right? *hopeful*
Clara:I didn't mean it like that!
Death:Yes. *waves one of its hands, indicating for War!Ren to follow it, taking off down the street and pressing silence all around its being*
T!Ed:*doesn't care; rounds a corner and disappears*
Ren:*resists urge to ask for autograph* Fantastic. *follows*
Clara:*sighs heavily, standing where she is for a few minutes, then heads for home*
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epic log is epic
Date: 2008-09-18 09:15 pm (UTC)cutefun.grenade > flaming angel sword?
(reminds me a bit of Sluggy Freelance except they killed holiday's to get their powers)
Re: epic log is epic
Date: 2008-09-18 09:34 pm (UTC)No, apparently grenade > the armor of War. Grenade would do nothing permanent to an angel, or his sword.
Re: epic log is epic
Date: 2008-09-18 10:28 pm (UTC)Re: epic log is epic
Date: 2008-09-18 10:47 pm (UTC)